para- normal tendency

I pick up my heart from the muddy ground,

retrieve the lost soul through injecting the poison,

piercing the needles of yesterday's most painful thoughts into the depth of my veins.

There's no way to reach into the heavens, unless I smoke the herb,

nothing can reach in the sky unless I am out of my reason.

Nothing hurts as long as I am insane and in the end,

in the end it does not matter, after all I can erase my existence with something as pure as death.

The eyes are focussed on the booze that gets me through the hours of choking loneliness,

I hate my hands as they greedily reach for the bottle that I drain without even tasting the bitterness.

My senses are numb, what counts is the ultimate second that will take me away, throw me out of my own self, get me far from the venomous mind that is swallowing the healthy part of me piece by piece.

 I feel the trip getting closer, the cloudiness in my head makes me smile like a distorted psycho, I lean back and close my eyes, the daze grows with the darkness that I face behind the light. The voice is far away now, I am intangible for the masses, nothing has a meaning, reality is an attitude that I have escaped from and I mirror my face against the delusionary state of living dead. My breath is hot, I fel the heat rising up inside me , melting each bone separately and I am proud to watch the flame from the outside. It's not important what I feel, there is no need to be strong for anything- I am good enough to be weak, I am remote enough from myself to lead somebody else astray.

 -a- (02/09/2008)

Reviews

[Joseph - Michael]

You know what? I really did enjoyed this writing very much. It tell that anybody can get hurt, corrupted, and so on, yet no one will give up. Just had to move on to make a better living

So, it's all good here...

[Marie]

Another nice piece.

[PhoeniX]

such an allusive story telling. very well written out.